Finishing Sentences* -the Wakefield Doctrine- *’cause it’s Friday

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Friday is Finish the Sentence Friday.

Finish the Sentence Friday is a bloghop we’ve participated in, starting way back in two thousand-something. A long time ago in regular years, a lifetime and a half, in blog years.

FTSF is hosted by Kristi and Mardra this week and is proving to be one of the most challenging FTSF posts I’ve come against in a long time. The premise of the ‘hop is straightforward, they write a sentence fragment and you, (the projecto-editorial ‘you’, meaning me, in this instance), complete the sentence and reveal your inner most self. Or a fraction thereof, like those particle collision things, you know…. the photo at the top of the post.

Anyway… this week’s fragment is giving me brain a run for the money. But, if my memory serves me, when, in the early days of this blog, I found myself without an idea around which to write a post, I’d just start in any random direction and trust my ability to write myself home.

”What’s priceless about…”

“…those people, places and things that we, (as individuals, privately and as groups, publicly), identify as ‘priceless’ is the lesson in right-living that’s buried within them.”

Kristi has said it better in her post about the fleeting nature of our capacity as individuals to fully appreciate the priceless parts of life, as they happen; fortunately we all possess a willingness to recollect those moments and they become specks of magic in the most mundane of lives. She do have a way of taking a very abstract aspect of life, putting it in her car and, idling in front of her friend’s homes, yelling out the window, “Hey! Come on out, I got someone you should meet.” Of course, we go out to the car and lean in the open window and get to know someone/something that we’re glad we had a chance to meet.

So, like most who would care to look within, I have priceless pieces and parts, moments and memories. In present or past, because, when you come right down to it, pretty much every priceless thing in our lives is a relationship and relationships can live as long as time.

And the extra lesson of ‘priceless’? They, (these priceless relationships), live in the moment, yet are so powerful, their power such, that they endure past that moment adding to what and who we are, even as we grow old and change.

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About clarkscottrogerWell, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.*
*which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

This is so awesomely Clark-like I couldn’t stop smiling. The car out front, the having nothing to say but saying it anyway… the whole thing, dude. The lesson in living, the appreciating later… and most especially, I loved loved loved this “They, (these priceless relationships), live in the moment, yet are so powerful, their power such, that they endure past that moment adding to what and who we are, even as we grow old and change.” YUP. They probably matter MORE as we grow and change, right?

(an earlier version of the ‘scene’, at least in my head, had the car, like opaque with cigarette smoke and the street being one of those, concrete-sidewalk-lines neighborhood streets, (late June… early enough in Summer to still appreciate it and not so late as to be too warm)… ya know? (or yeah, if the scene had a scott, they’d be, like climbing out the window, sitting with with elbows on the roof, like it was nothin at all)
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ARGH WP just ate my comment, saying that even though I’m only a secondary Scott, I’d so be jumping off the roof to get to the cool car, in the perfect weather, in the neighborhood streets because cigarettes, potential friends who wait UM FOR ME? REALLY? I AM INVITED???

(Note: to our conjoined psychic selfs…. remember the metaphorical allegory about the experience in the ‘sphere not simply reminding us of high school, but, in fact, being an opportunity to manifest a presence and create relationships that eluded us, yet retain a preserved state of desirability even now, a lifetime later.) (aka Peter Pan in a nursing home)

I am pleased to see you participating in the FTSF again Clark!
Well done. Thank you for the reminder of the power of participation as it was on my mind only this morning over coffee #1. If we don’t participate, act, engage,share… how else do relationships, irl or virtual, ever establish and seat themselves in our lives?
I’m with Kristi on the 3x loved quote.